From the Edge of Reality's Plain

From The Edge of Reality's Plain by M. Griswold 090204 Greetings and salutations from the edge of reality's plain. Of course this means I think with the right side of my brain. A place where thoughts most always expand out of themselves. Then almost never collect dust from being left on the shelves. Being left handed, south pawed in a right handed world. Is kinda like dyslexic in a place already curled and swirled. But offers another distorted look through clouded glasses dim. To left brain folks whom can't think over the box's rigid rim. So I suggest, in my own insane, odd, and strange way, It is good to have thoughts that roll round and play. For if we all thought alike and did exactly the same, No progress would ever come nor creativity catch flame. Thusly I say, my friend, that I am as sane as anyone of you. Just a little off dead center and to the right in reality's rue. And if I seem just a small, little bit insanely cuckoo crazy. It's because my right brain is logically, arithmetically lazy.